George Hinshaw - THE ALCHEMIST'S APPRENTICE

We almost found the elixir of life
(Actually, ours was closer to a beaker of bock),
And the philosopher's stone
(Well, maybe more like a pet rock).
We checked out the Garden of the Hesperides--
you know, those (Grimes?) golden apples,
Guarded by the dragon, Ladon?
But we found the answer in this:
"A word fitly spoken
Is like apples of gold."
A revelation, . . but can we peel it?


SPACE-STATION FEEDLOT

Some say we have discovered the tao of technology,
Some say we have conquered it!
Others say we have lit the candle of ambiguity . . .
So what else is new?

George Hinshaw

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-alchemist-s-apprentice/